Youssarian's 5th & 6th LD's

[youssarian]

After taking advice and deciding to stop thinking about lucid dreaming, I've had two consecutive nights of it. 3/23/08: A Hop, Step and a Speak, DILD This starts with me in bed. I wake up and try to turn on my light. It flickers and I decide to whistle. When I can't, I check my hand and find it deformed. Thus I realize I am dreaming and make a mental note not to do anything too extreme for the time being. Approaching my door, I think to myself that I'd like to try turning into a Borg, a cybernetic race of aliens from "Star Trek". Google it. I stand in front of the door and say, "When I open this door, I will be Borg." I close my eyes and walk through. When they open, I'm still human. Oh well. I walk out to my kitchen and look out my window, before turning around and heading for my living room. Then I decide I want to fly. This is ironic considering my fear of heights. But I run through my living room and take to the air, going through my wall (but never actually experiencing it) and levitate outside a good 30 feet in the air. Drifting down, I want to change my location to the forest of an extrasolar planet from another dream but decide not to. Landing on the ground, I look up at the sky and see the darkened image of an Iwo Jima class starship (from a Star Trek game. Google it.) but it fades. Then I realize: I'm naked. But, it's a dream, so who cares? I head down the street, walking. I pass my friend Alyssa's house and think of having an intimate encounter with her, since she's moving soon. Alas, I decide not to and I continue down the street. I play a quick game with my right hand, where as I bump my fingers together from the pinky to the thumb, the connecting pair fuse together. At the corner I crouch down and attempt to to Borg, but fail again. So when I get up, I'm on the other side of the street by the firehouse at my corner. "Can I see my Dream Guide?" I call out. A muffled voice replies "No", but I can't tell for sure. I ask again, but no response. So I say, "Can you send me a dream character?" From around the corner comes my friend Bobby. He is known for carrying all of his books all day in school. Here, he's wearing a blue t-shirt and dribbling a basketball. He says, "Your Dream Guide doesn't want to come out until you're ready." Or he may have said until I'm 40, but I doubt that one. I confirm the message. Suddenly, I'm in my school hanging sideways in the air. Hovering in the air are the words "Da Kung Fu Java". "Da" comes from the Daft Punk song "Da Funk", and Kung Fu and Java are meerkat groups. My brother Scotty and Bobby are both there, and Scotty starts groping my butt. I watch all this in third person but feel the gropes. I call out for him to stop but he won't, so I abort the dream. This one seems to be a continuation of a previous dream, since it too was in my school. But I was the one wearing the blue t-shirt. The entire time, I kept looking at my hands to make sure I'm dreaming.

[youssarian]

(LD 6 coming soon.)

[youssarian]

Alright, here's the sixth lucid dream: 3/24/08: T-Street Stroll. DILD. The start is a little vague, but I do recall finding myself walking down Tonawanda Street. ‎The sidewalks are covered in snow so at the moment I'm in the street. Almost passively, I ‎have the notion of being in a dream. Then something clicks in my head and I say, "I'm ‎dreaming!" Then the dream comes into much more focus and vividity, as though my eyes ‎were actually focusing themselves.‎ The first thing I attempt is a Borg transformation. Attempt fails and I carry on with the ‎dream. There are five girls around me: friend Alyssa, friend Andrea a blonde, a redhead and ‎a brunette. I decide to get intimate with one of them but can't decide who. It should be ‎noted that the redhead was smiling at me. Next I use the Dream Stability Jutsu, which ‎works to some extent.‎ It's Naruto-inspired. First I interlock all but my index fingers, which rest upwards on each other. I then bring my palms together with fingers facing opposite directions. Then I put them in prayer form and finally make it so only fingertips touch. Then I call out the Jutsu. Now walking up Tonawanda on the right sidewalk, the thought of becoming female pops ‎in my mind. (Idea courtesy of Neavo.) I briefly notice the formation of breasts but they disappear. I decide to look ‎for a mirror and start running down the street. I pass a black guy and think, "He can have ‎sex with me when I'm a female!" At the mirror, I pull off my shirt. One of the gay boys ‎from my school appears but I make no notice of it.‎ Just as I was ready to pull down my pants, it seems as though I'm waking up. Everything ‎is blurry and a new scene is trying to form. It feels too late for the Dream Stability Jutsu. ‎Above my head, a paper comes into focus with the word "Therapist" on it. Now in this ‎scene, I'm convinced I'm awake and in shock that I am not in my bed. I stand up and look ‎around.‎ ‎"What are you doing?" a boy next to me asks.‎ I don't bother to answer. Instead, I think to myself, "Good thing I didn't have lucid sex! I ‎wouldn't want a wet dream at the therapist's!"‎ Perceived Duration: Medium, over a minute.‎